Forgive me for sharing so much. Perhaps I shouldn't. I do not see value in my own work, but it does tell my story. This is much more uplifting than what I have shared in recent days. Read my words very carefully, as they contain what is perhaps the happiest news I will ever share.
[Intro]

They do not see these quiet rooms where candlelight is kind,
Where laughter lingers in the stone and leaves no scar behind.
They do not write of mornings warm, of hands that interlace,
Of peace that does not beg to prove its right to take up space.

[Verse 1]
I have stood where silence hardened,
Where even hope moved slow.
I have worn endurance lightly
So no one else would know.
But here the walls are gentle,
Here the air is clear and wide,
And I no longer brace myself
For love to turn aside.

[Chorus]
I am not waiting for the fall.
I am not guarding every door.
I am not measuring each breath
For signs of something more.
I stand within a living light
That does not ask my sword.
And happiness is not a debt—
It is a gift restored.

[Verse 2]
They never sang of quiet joy,
Of safety freely given,
Of waking without armor
And calling that forgiven.
They wrote of storms and fury,
Of kingdoms set aflame—
But never of a woman
Who was simply loved by name.

[Chorus]
I am not waiting for the fall.
I am not braced for loss.
I am not shaping every smile
Against an unseen cost.
The peace I hold is not a trick,
Nor fragile, nor confined.
It rests within my open hands
And does not flee my mind.

[Bridge]
There was a time I would have traded
Breath to prove devotion true.
Now I keep my living heartbeat—
And share its rhythm, too.
Love does not demand my ending.
Love does not consume the sky.
Love is what remains unbroken
When I let the old fears die.

[Verse 3]
And soon within these ancient stones
Where banners stir the air,
Two smaller breaths will join the dawn
And find their welcome there.
No legend waits above their heads,
No burden carved in flame—
Only arms already ready
To answer when they claim.
[Chorus]
I am not waiting for the fall.
I am not shadowed by before.
I am the woman standing still
With everything I waited for.
The years that tried to hollow me
Have shaped a deeper part—
For joy has roots in survived things,
And peace has claimed my heart.
[Verse 4]
I have walked through ruin’s echo
And through halls where hope was thin,
I have felt the cost of holding on
When none would let me in.
But now I rest in chosen arms,
Unquestioned, unafraid,
And all the years that carved my strength
Have built the life we’ve made.

[Final Chorus]
I am not storm. I am not scar.
I am not exile’s cry.
I am the hearth that will not dim,
The steady, present sky.
If history must speak of me,
Let gentler truth be known:
She found her light in living hands
And called that light her own.

[Outro]
[Spoken Word]
No longer braced.
No longer alone.
I stand in love.
I stand in home.

And I am glad.
(Morgan)